My Sophronie’s from Kentucky she’s found another man
Can’t even kiss her can’t even hold her hand
The moon we used to love beneath is still up in the sky
So now I’m just a hotshot with a teardrop in my eye
Love em and leave em, kiss em and grieve em
That used to be my motto so high
Til my Sophronie left me so lonely
Now there’s a teardrop in my eye
Til Gabriel blows his bugle I’ll be loving that sweet girl
She means more to me than the whole wide world
I used to be a killer with the women me oh my
But now I’m just a hot shot with a teardrop in my eye
I used to slay the pretty girls from Maine to Alabam
I loved them very much at first and then I let them down
I seen so many pretty eyes and filled with bitter tears
Find ’em and forget them but now I have my fears